The next morning, the party continued into the Dreadwood, heading roughly ESE. The forest was sparse, growing gradually to medium density. The party expected to make about twenty miles a day.
A few hours went by. The forest grew thicker, and the adventurers warily looked around as they proceeded.
Adam spotted movement. A vine had extended itself toward them.
"Assassin vines!" the barbarian shouted a warning to the party.
Before any of the adventurers could act on Adam’s warning, a vine with a fibrous stem, dark stringy bark, and leaves disturbingly like human hands reached out from the surrounding vegetation. It struck at Zzyggy, but hit his horse instead. The vine slammed the beast and established a grapple.
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